by Layla Wolfe
I had to flip, too, to tell the story of the forced sterilizations. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, give that testimony and relive the operation, but it meant Bodhisattva wouldn’t go scot free, and Virginia wouldn’t have to testify. My testimony was enough. We hadn’t been able to save Ginny from Bodhi’s medieval tools, but I comforted myself that we’d at least saved countless future women from the bath house table. Ginny had been working with June Illuminati up at the Leaves of Grass farm.
Federal prosecutors went on a rampage of relentless investigation. People were pouring out of Bihari by the hundreds, bailing on the sect, especially now that it had no leader. Poona was taking the brunt of the federal charges—assault, bioterrorism, arson, immigration fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder, if you can fucking believe that.
What I had overheard in the bunkhouse, Poona telling the nurse about taping Shakti saying ten thousand people had to die? That was her way of getting disciples behind her in her murder plot. She was going to do away with Shakti anyway. Not that she’d make a better leader. Poona was about to strike a deal any moment, but either way, it’d involve prison time.
Rhetta had been bumping uglies with the other Prospect, Mergatroyd. Rhetta and Mergatroyd were theoretically on the same club level as Knoxie and I, but those two were clearly treated as the bottom rung. Poor Mergatroyd had to clean Knoxie’s bathroom, so to speak. “So it’s true? I didn’t want to interrupt you for just any bullshit.”
“Look what Knoxie just gave me. Yes, it’s true. I’m going to get my passport photo taken!”
Knoxie escorted me outside once I put the earrings on and the box away. My dad was probably waiting with Ginny in my side of the hangar, where my mechanic’s tools were. We paused to shake the hand of Mann Montana, schmoozing with the constituents who had powered his rise to mayor. Needless to say, Bihari’s candidate slunk out of sight on Election Day, although Montana still buried the other candidates by a wide margin.
I smiled when the red-headed clown Kneecap tried to shake Montana’s hand and Knoxie rudely shouldered him aside. Some things never changed. My dad and Ginny stood in the hangar doorway, not quite comfortable with the rowdy crowd, outsiders in a strange land.
My dad was taking me to get my first adult identification as “Bellamy Jager.” Knoxie and I were going to the Virgin Islands for our honeymoon. Up until now, I’d been living a double life, never sure if I was Asanga or Bella.
I was combining and melding all the formerly scattered parts of myself. I realized as I looked around that I had gathered all the good parts of my life around me and had done away with the bad. Rhetta and Gia were here to remind me that seven years at Bihari hadn’t vanished completely. My sister and dad let me know that my birth family wasn’t utterly fucked.
It was my new family, the Bare Bones family, that let me know I’d never be alone again.
I have an identity now. I’m firmly rooted in this reality.
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About The Author
Layla Wolfe lives in coastal California with a leather jacket, one bad-ass pink camo compound bow, and a vicarious outlaw lifestyle.
Layla Wolfe is the pen name of multi-published erotic romance author Karen Mercury.
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More Books from Layla Wolfe
The Bare Bones
http://amzn.to/1mYMr22
Book #1 in The Bare Bones MC series
If you ain’t living on the edge, you’re taking up too much room.
The rose-colored illusion of Madison Shellmound’s girlish crush on biker Ford Illuminati is stomped into smithereens by his crude father Cropper, Bare Bones motorcycle club President. Fearing Ford will kill Cropper if he finds out, Madison flees, becoming an upstanding cardiology nurse.
Madison and Ford have an ill-fated, star-crossed love that will last their lifetimes. Ford is a lifer in a different sort of enterprise, the gritty full-throttle club of guns, blood, and allegiance to his brothers. Twelve years and several tours of SEAL duty later, Ford is thrust back into Madison’s arms on the worst day of his life. Madison’s prospect brother Speed has screwed up big-time and owes the club his life. She offers herself to Cropper as a sacrificial lamb to save Speed.
But how long until the fiery, full-on outlaw Ford discovers that the woman he loves was treated like a degraded slave by his own father? Well, meet the new boss. He’s not the same as the old boss.
Publisher’s Note: This is not your mother’s contemporary romance. Readers will encounter molestation, drugging, consensual bondage and discipline, violence, and a HEA. It’s a full-length novel of 65,000 words. Recommended 18+ due to mature content.
Stay Vertical
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KKTMGR6/
Book #2 in The Bare Bones MC series
Publisher’s Note: This is Book #2 in the Bare Bones MC series. This book is a stand-alone and can be read out of order. However, it is advised to read THE BARE BONES first to get a complete picture of the club’s background, storylines, and setting. This is not your mother’s contemporary romance. Daring readers will encounter sexual assault, violence against women, general violence among men, consensual BDSM, and a HEA. It is not for the faint of heart. It’s a full length novel of 65,000 words with no cliffhanger. Recommended 18+ due to mature content.
One two three four five six seven. All good sinners go to heaven. Peace Corps volunteer June Shellmound returns to Arizona to care for her dying mother. At the clubhouse of The Bare Bones motorcycle club, June is swept into the drama when half-breed Lytton Driving Hawk barges in and demands recognition as president Ford Illuminati’s half-brother.
Hot enough to melt steel, Lytton has forged a life apart from the reservation as a brilliant chemist, living the high times at his pot farm in the mountains. Lytton is no fortunate son, though, and the mortal secrets Ford’s been hiding about their father drive the last nail into their brotherly coffin.
Lytton turns his back on the Bare Bones and sweet bleeding heart June. Blinded by vengeance, Lytton becomes ruled by his own demons, raising hell alongside Ford’s mortal enemies, The Cutlasses. Alliances are torn apart within the club, loyalties are divided, and everyone’s true spirits are tested. When the dust clears, Lytton and June find themselves running for their lives just to…STAY VERTICAL
More Books from Karen Mercury
Owner of a Lonely Heart
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, knife play, forced-seduction role-play, capture role-play, sex toys, HEA]
She’ll guard you, but she’s no angel.
Curvy, well-seasoned U.S. Marshal Bettina Crenshaw has landed a spicy assignment—protecting hotshot, tough-as-nails biker Taos Hopewell from the thugs he’s testifying against. Sheriff Crispin Marwick has isolated himself on his horse ranch since a divorce and a tour of duty in Las Vegas’s vice squad went sideways. Aristocratic and hot enough to melt steel, straight shooter Crispin finds himself reeled in by the spitfire marshal and the bad boy she’s guarding. Crispin surprises himself by suggesting a few risque rounds of cops and robbers, and the chase is on. The only break Taos ever had was the shelter of his motorcycle club. But that haven has turned to hell, and he’s on the run, scrambling to build a new life. The forbidden temptations of his bodyguards are about to turn falling off the face of the earth into a little slice of heaven.
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